The world of Etheryl. Here, two great nations compete for domination of the Settled Lands: The Imperium of Shield and the Holy Nation of Lluncrae. They are divided by a strip of swamps and mountains, often referred to as "the Divide"; that area is the principal reason that a full war has not yet erupted between the nations.
Surrounding the Settled Lands are The Wildlands, untamed regions of the world that, while charted, still retain many secrets. Strange ruins from times, or places long forgotten, hidden meadows and groves blessed by Eremus, god of the Wilds and Nature, Shrines and Temples built by the shunned, hermits or exiled... and many other things left to the imagination.
The Imperium is an empire of Humans and Dwarves. Their caste system is similar to that of a kingdom, with the Emperor being the absolute power, and Barons, Lords and Highlords managing smaller regions in their name. Elves are prejudiced due to political tensions, and chromatic scaled dragonborns also, but due to superstitious beliefs. The Holy Nation is a theocracy dedicated to the worship of Llunae, Goddess of the Moon and keeper of Secrets. Here a pope-like figure, given the title The Eye of Llunae, is the highest seat of power. His word is law, and is said to be the word of Llunae herself. Senates and various councils manage the day-to-day affairs, with the advice of Archbishops, archmages and elders called the "wisen", who have proven their wisdom over long lives. Elves and worshipers of Llunae are held in the highest regard here, and Humans and Dwarves are prejudiced due to political tensions.
The port town of Duskport, named so as the sun sets facing its docks, the ice on the fishing vessels harbored for the winter gleaming in the final embers of the dying sun. The day was Alderday, 4th of Emberfall, of year 1364.
The town of Duskport was build inside a crater on the edge of the Carpe Sea. On higher ground east of the city lived the Lord of Duskport, as well as the nobles that came to live here. The western edge of the city, past the crater, was the dock district; no merchant ships came to Duskport, but the city thrived on a bustling seafood commerce during the warm seasons. The northern and southern edges of the crater were known as the marketway, and most stalls, inns, smiths, stables and shops can be found on it. Finally, the crater portion of the city is where the depraved and ill-tolerated end up living; essentially the slums.
***** is standing outside a shady-looking tavern near the center of the Crater, called "The Fallen Star". The sky is lit orange by the twilight, but the sun is invisible over the crater's lip. Inside the building, you hear voices and laughter, as you might expect from such establishment...
Kugan, you are currently roaming the streets of the Crater, out of habit from prior Imperial patrols you used to do upon first enlisting. The city brings back memories of the time you first enlisted. You come to an intersection, one street going up wooden steps back to the marketway, the other passing by "The Fallen Star" tavern, which you recall as the most friendly place you frequented in Duskport.
Wolhana has just entered the city through the eastern tunnel gate, and is walking upon the marketway. As you look around, you see there isn't much activity this Alderday, most shops being closed, and only the inns, taverns and a few stalls mainly selling food or shady trinkets, still seeming to do business. You also spot a billboard a bit further on the path, next to some decrepit wooden stairs; however, as you are looking at it sideways, you have no idea if anything is pinned to it.
Illia is sitting down in "The Fallen Star" tavern. Your seat is one of a few with a good view of the doorway, where you spot a strange hairy goblin looking up at the tavern's nameplate. Other patrons occasionally give curious glances your way, but quickly return to their own business.
You all hear a hailer walking down the southern marketway, but none of you can tell what he is hollering just yet.
Illia is silent as she hears someone hollering, she tilts her head with a heavy sigh. She knows she should check it out, as someone may be in danger, she was not one to leave someone in trouble. Not minding the glances of curiosity, Illia looks around as if searching for someone, as small relieved sigh escapes her as she stands up, gathering her items she had set down when she arrived and makes her way outside.
***** looks up at the name of the tavern's sign, squints his big bleary bloodshot eyes a bit as he reads the name, slowly lifts his head to sniff the air taking in the heavenly aroma of roasting meat cooking inside the establishment's kitchen no doubt. He pauses for a moment hearing a hailer crying out down the street but pays no mind... none of his business he thinks muttering to himself as he usually tends to do. Instead, he listens to his belly rumble and heeds its call so continues on to make his way inside the Fallen Star just as a rather comely dusky skinned half-elf female is making her way out.
***** gives the lass a lewd friendly Goblin grin of greetings, tipping his cap respectfully as she walks by then he pauses again for a moment to turn slightly as the maiden continues walking just long enough to admire her bum and whisper a prayer of thanks, "praise be for small favors," to the gods considering such as sight to be something of a lucky omen. Then continues on inside the tavern looking for a place to sit down calling out in the Common tongue, "tavern wench, two whole roasted chickens, a side of sauteed butter onions and shrooms with a tankard of house ale if you please!"
"Well, that's strange!" He exclaims to himself. "It's as if it was floating in the air by itself, but that can't be right" he scratches his mess of black hair curiously as he observes the sign from every angle, trying to determine what it says and how it is staying in its place.
The waitress, a lanky woman with a pimple on her lower lip, arches an eyebrow. "That will be 18 silver and 6 copper pieces, goodsir."
Wolfhana:
As you get closer, you realize the billboard is hanging on two wide oak posts, and there are quite a few postings on it, but none of interest. For instance, a posting in common is requesting help in finding a lost cat, and would reward the finder with "many thanks". Another posting, in what you believe is dwarven, you cannot read. As you are about to turn away, a Duskport guard comes running in with a new posting in common:
All sellswords hail! Mercenaries wanted for hire in a military undertaking. Those who would help in retaking Cragkeep from a group of Hobgoblins will be rewarded each 200 gold pieces!
If interested, report your mercenary band to the Dewspire Imperial Army Headquarters before the end of the month Cloverclaw.
-- High General of the Order of the Shield, Grayden Kaine.
*****: The waitress, a lanky woman with a pimple on her lower lip, arches an eyebrow. "That will be 18 silver and 6 copper pieces, goodsir."
***** looks down seeing no food brought before him and laughs at the idea of such a ridiculous sum for such a common meal and calmly responds, "I see... well then. If you want to demand such prices I humbly suggest you put up a sign that this establishment only serves fools and nobles, thank you but no." ***** slides out of his chair/stool, shrugs and starts walking for the door to leave the establishment without a further word to take his business elsewhere...
"I better find a way to get to the Headquarters of the Dewspire Imperial Army. First though, I'm feeling a bit peckish." Wolhana continues down the road, looking for the nearest Inn or tavern.
Illia looks around the town with a rather bored and wonders about where something interesting is around, perhaps a job. She feels as if she got her hands on some coin she could get a good nights rest at an inn. She breathes a sigh to herself, looking for any signs to get a job with good pay.
Seeing that there is no problem or disagreement ***** continues on back outside leaving the tavern, and sees the female half-elf up ahead, with nothing better to do decides for no logical reason other than he is bored and she is pretty to just follow her around at a distance to see what she doing or headed thinking perhaps she left because of the prices as well and knows of another establishment with cheaper fare somewhere about.
Illia comes up to an intersection. Straight ahead are wooden steps to the marketway, with a billboard where she figures she can find odd jobs. A stranger with a monkey tail (Wolhana) is currently walking down those steps headed in the direction of the tavern you just came from.
The right alley seems to be a residential district. Only one man is currently walking down that path, seemingly lost in thought (Kugan).
From the corner of your eye, you spot a hairy goblin behind you. You recall seeing him go in the tavern you left a very short while earlier.
Illia notices the Goblin following her and narrows her eyes slightly, however she continues up the wooden steps, passing the stranger in which she glances at briefly and looks over the billboard. Lightly biting her lip, Illia tries to pinpoint any type of job she can do.
The hairs on the back of *****'s hairy neck stand up, his Goblin sense tingling that the cutie-pie half-elf maid may have spotted him following, not that he was trying to hide the fact smiles as a wickedly clever plan comes to mind. As she stops and looks around he quickly moves forward to try to catch up with her calling out, "hey you tootsie, yeah you the half-elf with the nice bum, hold up a sec, please."
His hands open to show her he is not a threat and does not even carry any weapons, slows and approaches her, "excuse me miss, I was just at the tavern, you know the one with the incredibly expensive food and such. I was looking for a job there as I am like dead broke and new to town. The waitress there told me that you might be in the market for a servant so I have been trying to catch up to you to apply in person. I know I don't look like much but I am a hard worker and willing to work for you on trial for free, no wages say two weeks so you can get an idea how invaluable I am then you can decide if I am worth taking on into your service.... the name is ***** by the way... a pleasure to meet you."Reaching out to take her hand and offer it a light gentlemanly kiss.
Illia tenses at the goblins way of catching her attention and she turns to look at him, having made a small note in the head about the good paying job she had seen. Listening to his words she raises a brow, "A servant? I'm not in the market for a servant.. However there is a job posted about reclaiming some land from hobgoblins, each will get 200 gold pieces. If you are truly insistent in coming along with me perhaps we could apply." She suggests, her voice taking a kind, tone there seems to be a slight wary feeling about her, as if not use to being approached like this.
***** listens to the half-elf patiently thinking her manner and tone she might be a little slow poor dear, looks over at the job posting shacking his head as he reads it, "I don't know, you really think this is legit and not fake news or some kinda employment scam where they are going to want us to pay an application fee or something and then say they will let us know? Trust me, this ain't my first rodeo toots fresh off the Goblin boat with sexy little fairies feeding me grapes laced with a pixie dust Micky."
Looking about slightly paranoid he adds, "trust me toots when I say don't accept grapes from a fairie... just saying, not that it actually happens, well sort of but I was a young pup then."Scratching his head first then his hairy bum that sticks out of his armor for convenience ***** looks up at her and smiles, "still beggars cannot be choosers can we now, how about you and me go check it out together and like watch each other's backs, you know just in case! I will even give you the honor of me walking first ahead of you if that makes you feel better but I am telling you right now so get it through that pretty little head of yours, I know you are going to be admiring my bum as I walk in front of you. Well feel free, I mean it's not like someone like you can resist something that cute and adorable but just saying you can lookie but no touchy... got that? I am a good Goblin, raised all proper like so if ya are expected more then you are going to have to do right and buy dinner first all respectful and proper like in decent society or so I hear tell."
Illia takes a deep breath, keeping herself from reprimanding the goblin for how he is speaking to her. "Why not walk side-by-side each other instead..?" She states, "I will be fine if someone were to try anything.. and I'm sure you're quite... skillful yourself. So we need not to watch each other's backs."
***** grins, "walk side by side, a very novel idea that toots, I suppose that is like some kind of underhanded suggestion just to have an excuse to hold my hand, but OK, that works for me too, whatever. I am easy!"Then looking up at her he holds up his hands upward in front of his incredibly handsome Goblin face, "me skillful, babe you don't know the half of it, I got real talents, real skills... magical... I can do all kinda stuff with these mitts I can. I can harm and I can heal with em, I mean really heal, none of that parlor trick rubs on some dung and wraps a wound up with a bandage kind of nonsense. I can heal with these but you know I gotta touch you with them first, right? And I am really good at touching if ya get my meaning...."Gives a sly wink followed by a hubba hubba sound. "So if there is going to be fighting and bleeding you best stick close to me and I will take real good care of you I will. Now how does that sound for skills toots? Pretty dang good am I right? Some might even say too good to be true but trust me I am the real deal!"
Then suddenly *****'s attention shifts to some sleazy looking guy with a tail just hanging around nearby as they talk, "hey you buddy, what ya doing, what you looking at, paint a bloody picture or something it may last longer or hit the bricks. This here elf-maiden is a class act, she ain't no trollop to be oogled over like a piece of meat so who are you and what is your business? And is that like a monkey tail... all I know is you better not be exposing anything else one usually keeps hidden below the belt in front of the lady here so it better be a tail!"
***** turns to his new friend, "is he bothering you, babe? Cause if he is I am here for ya, watch each other's backs... that's the deal, right? Gawd don't ya just hate stalker types, some guys just got no respect for personal space, am I right?"
Kugan is mindedly absent while reaching the intersection, his pace slow, his thoughts lost between memories and sadness, a gurgle from his gut remember him that, well, he has to bolt down something edible at a certain point. The Fallen Star could seem a fairy choice but he comes to her senses when a Duskport Guard tosses a post on the billboard.
The Human Beastkin rises an eyebrow, his interest rises, he was dismissed but this doesn't mean that he cannot still help the Army and perhaps, claw back some respect and make amends.
Kugan reads the post carefully
Hobgoblins? At Cragkeep? That shouldn't be possible, does fate want to relief me giving the redeem from my previous fault? I cannot fail twice, I will not, I swear
The Fighter clunches his fists in determination, his blue eyes glowing with new possibilities, a mercenary band, he mutters, starting to gaze about, looking for potential partners...
"Huh?" Surprised to be addressed so abruptly, a nervous smile spreads across his face. "Not sure I was intentionally ogling anybody. Though my mind wanders from time to time, I must have been deep in thought. Sorry. I'll save my meditation for a less populated setting."
"I was just on my way to grab a bite to eat. Did you or your wife enjoy the food there?"
Illia puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head, "No, no one is bothering me. Please do not accuse of passerby of creeping me out and bringing attention to ourselves." she says firmly, a serious look on her features. She brings her hand up to run her fingers through her pure white hair, brushing the strands out of her face. The half-drow looks towards the man with a monkey tail. "My apologies, it seems my newfound comrade, he is not my husband, is a bit... Protective-" she looks down at the goblin with a firm look to keep quiet in case he tried to speak. "-Please do not hold that against him." she puts her hands together biting her lip a little nervously. Softly muttering to herself Illia glances nervously around. "Hopefully not too much attention was drawn to us..." Her gazes moves around the area as if trying to find someone. She breathes a small sigh of relief before turning her attention to the man again. "Were you perhaps headed off to help reclaim Cragkeep from hobgoblins?" she asks suddenly, "If so perhaps the three of us could form a mercenary band?"
The world of Etheryl. Here, two great nations compete for domination of the Settled Lands: The Imperium of Shield and the Holy Nation of Lluncrae. They are divided by a strip of swamps and mountains, often referred to as "the Divide"; that area is the principal reason that a full war has not yet erupted between the nations.
Surrounding the Settled Lands are The Wildlands, untamed regions of the world that, while charted, still retain many secrets. Strange ruins from times, or places long forgotten, hidden meadows and groves blessed by Eremus, god of the Wilds and Nature, Shrines and Temples built by the shunned, hermits or exiled... and many other things left to the imagination.
The Imperium is an empire of Humans and Dwarves. Their caste system is similar to that of a kingdom, with the Emperor being the absolute power, and Barons, Lords and Highlords managing smaller regions in their name. Elves are prejudiced due to political tensions, and chromatic scaled dragonborns also, but due to superstitious beliefs.
The Holy Nation is a theocracy dedicated to the worship of Llunae, Goddess of the Moon and keeper of Secrets. Here a pope-like figure, given the title The Eye of Llunae, is the highest seat of power. His word is law, and is said to be the word of Llunae herself. Senates and various councils manage the day-to-day affairs, with the advice of Archbishops, archmages and elders called the "wisen", who have proven their wisdom over long lives. Elves and worshipers of Llunae are held in the highest regard here, and Humans and Dwarves are prejudiced due to political tensions.
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The port town of Duskport, named so as the sun sets facing its docks, the ice on the fishing vessels harbored for the winter gleaming in the final embers of the dying sun. The day was Alderday, 4th of Emberfall, of year 1364.
The town of Duskport was build inside a crater on the edge of the Carpe Sea. On higher ground east of the city lived the Lord of Duskport, as well as the nobles that came to live here. The western edge of the city, past the crater, was the dock district; no merchant ships came to Duskport, but the city thrived on a bustling seafood commerce during the warm seasons. The northern and southern edges of the crater were known as the marketway, and most stalls, inns, smiths, stables and shops can be found on it. Finally, the crater portion of the city is where the depraved and ill-tolerated end up living; essentially the slums.
***** is standing outside a shady-looking tavern near the center of the Crater, called "The Fallen Star". The sky is lit orange by the twilight, but the sun is invisible over the crater's lip. Inside the building, you hear voices and laughter, as you might expect from such establishment...
Kugan, you are currently roaming the streets of the Crater, out of habit from prior Imperial patrols you used to do upon first enlisting. The city brings back memories of the time you first enlisted. You come to an intersection, one street going up wooden steps back to the marketway, the other passing by "The Fallen Star" tavern, which you recall as the most friendly place you frequented in Duskport.
Wolhana has just entered the city through the eastern tunnel gate, and is walking upon the marketway. As you look around, you see there isn't much activity this Alderday, most shops being closed, and only the inns, taverns and a few stalls mainly selling food or shady trinkets, still seeming to do business. You also spot a billboard a bit further on the path, next to some decrepit wooden stairs; however, as you are looking at it sideways, you have no idea if anything is pinned to it.
Illia is sitting down in "The Fallen Star" tavern. Your seat is one of a few with a good view of the doorway, where you spot a strange hairy goblin looking up at the tavern's nameplate. Other patrons occasionally give curious glances your way, but quickly return to their own business.
You all hear a hailer walking down the southern marketway, but none of you can tell what he is hollering just yet.
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Illia is silent as she hears someone hollering, she tilts her head with a heavy sigh. She knows she should check it out, as someone may be in danger, she was not one to leave someone in trouble. Not minding the glances of curiosity, Illia looks around as if searching for someone, as small relieved sigh escapes her as she stands up, gathering her items she had set down when she arrived and makes her way outside.
***** looks up at the name of the tavern's sign, squints his big bleary bloodshot eyes a bit as he reads the name, slowly lifts his head to sniff the air taking in the heavenly aroma of roasting meat cooking inside the establishment's kitchen no doubt. He pauses for a moment hearing a hailer crying out down the street but pays no mind... none of his business he thinks muttering to himself as he usually tends to do. Instead, he listens to his belly rumble and heeds its call so continues on to make his way inside the Fallen Star just as a rather comely dusky skinned half-elf female is making her way out.
***** gives the lass a lewd friendly Goblin grin of greetings, tipping his cap respectfully as she walks by then he pauses again for a moment to turn slightly as the maiden continues walking just long enough to admire her bum and whisper a prayer of thanks, "praise be for small favors," to the gods considering such as sight to be something of a lucky omen. Then continues on inside the tavern looking for a place to sit down calling out in the Common tongue, "tavern wench, two whole roasted chickens, a side of sauteed butter onions and shrooms with a tankard of house ale if you please!"
"Well, that's strange!" He exclaims to himself. "It's as if it was floating in the air by itself, but that can't be right" he scratches his mess of black hair curiously as he observes the sign from every angle, trying to determine what it says and how it is staying in its place.
*****:
The waitress, a lanky woman with a pimple on her lower lip, arches an eyebrow. "That will be 18 silver and 6 copper pieces, goodsir."
Wolfhana:
As you get closer, you realize the billboard is hanging on two wide oak posts, and there are quite a few postings on it, but none of interest. For instance, a posting in common is requesting help in finding a lost cat, and would reward the finder with "many thanks". Another posting, in what you believe is dwarven, you cannot read. As you are about to turn away, a Duskport guard comes running in with a new posting in common:
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***** looks down seeing no food brought before him and laughs at the idea of such a ridiculous sum for such a common meal and calmly responds, "I see... well then. If you want to demand such prices I humbly suggest you put up a sign that this establishment only serves fools and nobles, thank you but no." ***** slides out of his chair/stool, shrugs and starts walking for the door to leave the establishment without a further word to take his business elsewhere...
"I better find a way to get to the Headquarters of the Dewspire Imperial Army. First though, I'm feeling a bit peckish." Wolhana continues down the road, looking for the nearest Inn or tavern.
Illia looks around the town with a rather bored and wonders about where something interesting is around, perhaps a job. She feels as if she got her hands on some coin she could get a good nights rest at an inn. She breathes a sigh to herself, looking for any signs to get a job with good pay.
Seeing that there is no problem or disagreement ***** continues on back outside leaving the tavern, and sees the female half-elf up ahead, with nothing better to do decides for no logical reason other than he is bored and she is pretty to just follow her around at a distance to see what she doing or headed thinking perhaps she left because of the prices as well and knows of another establishment with cheaper fare somewhere about.
Illia comes up to an intersection. Straight ahead are wooden steps to the marketway, with a billboard where she figures she can find odd jobs. A stranger with a monkey tail (Wolhana) is currently walking down those steps headed in the direction of the tavern you just came from.
The right alley seems to be a residential district. Only one man is currently walking down that path, seemingly lost in thought (Kugan).
From the corner of your eye, you spot a hairy goblin behind you. You recall seeing him go in the tavern you left a very short while earlier.
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Illia notices the Goblin following her and narrows her eyes slightly, however she continues up the wooden steps, passing the stranger in which she glances at briefly and looks over the billboard. Lightly biting her lip, Illia tries to pinpoint any type of job she can do.
The hairs on the back of *****'s hairy neck stand up, his Goblin sense tingling that the cutie-pie half-elf maid may have spotted him following, not that he was trying to hide the fact smiles as a wickedly clever plan comes to mind. As she stops and looks around he quickly moves forward to try to catch up with her calling out, "hey you tootsie, yeah you the half-elf with the nice bum, hold up a sec, please."
His hands open to show her he is not a threat and does not even carry any weapons, slows and approaches her, "excuse me miss, I was just at the tavern, you know the one with the incredibly expensive food and such. I was looking for a job there as I am like dead broke and new to town. The waitress there told me that you might be in the market for a servant so I have been trying to catch up to you to apply in person. I know I don't look like much but I am a hard worker and willing to work for you on trial for free, no wages say two weeks so you can get an idea how invaluable I am then you can decide if I am worth taking on into your service.... the name is ***** by the way... a pleasure to meet you." Reaching out to take her hand and offer it a light gentlemanly kiss.
Illia tenses at the goblins way of catching her attention and she turns to look at him, having made a small note in the head about the good paying job she had seen. Listening to his words she raises a brow, "A servant? I'm not in the market for a servant.. However there is a job posted about reclaiming some land from hobgoblins, each will get 200 gold pieces. If you are truly insistent in coming along with me perhaps we could apply." She suggests, her voice taking a kind, tone there seems to be a slight wary feeling about her, as if not use to being approached like this.
***** listens to the half-elf patiently thinking her manner and tone she might be a little slow poor dear, looks over at the job posting shacking his head as he reads it, "I don't know, you really think this is legit and not fake news or some kinda employment scam where they are going to want us to pay an application fee or something and then say they will let us know? Trust me, this ain't my first rodeo toots fresh off the Goblin boat with sexy little fairies feeding me grapes laced with a pixie dust Micky."
Looking about slightly paranoid he adds, "trust me toots when I say don't accept grapes from a fairie... just saying, not that it actually happens, well sort of but I was a young pup then." Scratching his head first then his hairy bum that sticks out of his armor for convenience ***** looks up at her and smiles, "still beggars cannot be choosers can we now, how about you and me go check it out together and like watch each other's backs, you know just in case! I will even give you the honor of me walking first ahead of you if that makes you feel better but I am telling you right now so get it through that pretty little head of yours, I know you are going to be admiring my bum as I walk in front of you. Well feel free, I mean it's not like someone like you can resist something that cute and adorable but just saying you can lookie but no touchy... got that? I am a good Goblin, raised all proper like so if ya are expected more then you are going to have to do right and buy dinner first all respectful and proper like in decent society or so I hear tell."
Illia takes a deep breath, keeping herself from reprimanding the goblin for how he is speaking to her. "Why not walk side-by-side each other instead..?" She states, "I will be fine if someone were to try anything.. and I'm sure you're quite... skillful yourself. So we need not to watch each other's backs."
***** grins, "walk side by side, a very novel idea that toots, I suppose that is like some kind of underhanded suggestion just to have an excuse to hold my hand, but OK, that works for me too, whatever. I am easy!" Then looking up at her he holds up his hands upward in front of his incredibly handsome Goblin face, "me skillful, babe you don't know the half of it, I got real talents, real skills... magical... I can do all kinda stuff with these mitts I can. I can harm and I can heal with em, I mean really heal, none of that parlor trick rubs on some dung and wraps a wound up with a bandage kind of nonsense. I can heal with these but you know I gotta touch you with them first, right? And I am really good at touching if ya get my meaning...." Gives a sly wink followed by a hubba hubba sound. "So if there is going to be fighting and bleeding you best stick close to me and I will take real good care of you I will. Now how does that sound for skills toots? Pretty dang good am I right? Some might even say too good to be true but trust me I am the real deal!"
Then suddenly *****'s attention shifts to some sleazy looking guy with a tail just hanging around nearby as they talk, "hey you buddy, what ya doing, what you looking at, paint a bloody picture or something it may last longer or hit the bricks. This here elf-maiden is a class act, she ain't no trollop to be oogled over like a piece of meat so who are you and what is your business? And is that like a monkey tail... all I know is you better not be exposing anything else one usually keeps hidden below the belt in front of the lady here so it better be a tail!"
***** turns to his new friend, "is he bothering you, babe? Cause if he is I am here for ya, watch each other's backs... that's the deal, right? Gawd don't ya just hate stalker types, some guys just got no respect for personal space, am I right?"
Kugan Silveredge
Kugan is mindedly absent while reaching the intersection, his pace slow, his thoughts lost between memories and sadness, a gurgle from his gut remember him that, well, he has to bolt down something edible at a certain point. The Fallen Star could seem a fairy choice but he comes to her senses when a Duskport Guard tosses a post on the billboard.
The Human Beastkin rises an eyebrow, his interest rises, he was dismissed but this doesn't mean that he cannot still help the Army and perhaps, claw back some respect and make amends.
Kugan reads the post carefully
Hobgoblins? At Cragkeep? That shouldn't be possible, does fate want to relief me giving the redeem from my previous fault? I cannot fail twice, I will not, I swear
The Fighter clunches his fists in determination, his blue eyes glowing with new possibilities, a mercenary band, he mutters, starting to gaze about, looking for potential partners...
"Huh?" Surprised to be addressed so abruptly, a nervous smile spreads across his face. "Not sure I was intentionally ogling anybody. Though my mind wanders from time to time, I must have been deep in thought. Sorry. I'll save my meditation for a less populated setting."
"I was just on my way to grab a bite to eat. Did you or your wife enjoy the food there?"
Illia puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head, "No, no one is bothering me. Please do not accuse of passerby of creeping me out and bringing attention to ourselves." she says firmly, a serious look on her features. She brings her hand up to run her fingers through her pure white hair, brushing the strands out of her face. The half-drow looks towards the man with a monkey tail. "My apologies, it seems my newfound comrade, he is not my husband, is a bit... Protective-" she looks down at the goblin with a firm look to keep quiet in case he tried to speak. "-Please do not hold that against him." she puts her hands together biting her lip a little nervously. Softly muttering to herself Illia glances nervously around. "Hopefully not too much attention was drawn to us..." Her gazes moves around the area as if trying to find someone. She breathes a small sigh of relief before turning her attention to the man again. "Were you perhaps headed off to help reclaim Cragkeep from hobgoblins?" she asks suddenly, "If so perhaps the three of us could form a mercenary band?"